The brains behind the pencil Made his mark which we commend But smarter still's his wife Who stuck a rubber on the end
Flamingos dine while upside down Which sometimes makes me think: How is it that they never drown Each time they take a drink?
Imagine sitting by a lake And wondering what it would take To calculate its area The formula would scare ya. Or fancy while beneath a tree You’re struck by thoughts of gravity Quite tough with which to grapple Whilst snacking on an apple. Or say you're watching tortoises When what you start to notice is … Continue reading A Sine of Genus